Creepypasta x Reader Oneshots

You Make Me Feel Safe Hoodie x Mute! Reader

Do not socialize with other creepypastas, master says. They're savages, he says. Master took me in when I was younger. He's the only person that ever understood me. Literally.

I was born mute, meaning no words had ever left these lips. When my parents passed away, master was the only one there for me. He always knew what I wanted to say. Lately, he's been acting off. Not being around, acting all weird when he is.

Hitting me.

I was on a run to the nearest grocery store for my next meal. I bought my things, then began the walk home. I really hope master isn't home when I get there. I yanked my hood over my head, ignoring citizen's stares.

I hear whispered words passed near me. I know I should leave well enough alone, but I'm a curious person.

I peek into the alleyway, seeing two very suspicious men standing there. Just whispering. I cannot make out the words they speak, the only thing I can guess is that something is wrong. The hooded man holds up a hand to the man in the mask. They both silence themselves, slowly turning to look where I stand.

They're creepypastas.

I drop my groceries, sprinting away from the two killers. I hear their footsteps pound on the pavement.

"Stop!" One yells.

I, of course, do not heed to his demands. I dart into an opened door, shoving the man who had opened it away. I run up the stairs, heart pounding in my ears and lungs gasping for air. I fly into the women's washroom door, slamming it closed. I wince, way too loud.

I hear two sets of footsteps skid to a halt. I hear them whisper again.

"Where did she go?" Asks one.

"In the women's washroom, didn't you hear the door slam? Come on, if we don't catch her Slender will have our asses served up on a goddamn plate! That's the creepypasta we've been looking for!" The other frets.

"We can't go in there! That's the girl's washroom!" The first man complains.

They both go quiet. I can just FEEL that 'are you stupid' look. I scramble to the small window in the washroom, crawling out as fast as possible. I hear the washroom door being slammed open, so I crawl faster. A hand latches onto my ankle and yanks harshly on my leg.

I fall back inside the washroom, slamming my head painfully on the tiled floor. I hiss, holding the back of my head in pain. The hooded one climbs on top of me, holding my smaller body down.

I haven't the faintest clue what horrors they plan to inflict on me, all I know is my heartbeat races and fear grips at every part of me. I try to move my arms to protect my body from the two, but the man's grip is too strong.

The masked one leans down, slamming a hand against my head.

I fade out of consciousness.

SOMETIME LATER

I awake to find myself sitting in a chair, oddly enough. I try to stand, but find I cannot. Both of my wrists are strapped to the chair. I hear a door creakily open behind me.

An eerily tall man comes into my view, but only when he sits across from me do I notice the absence of...any facial features really.  He sits in a much larger chair than I do, behind an abnormally large desk.

"We can start easy," he begins, "what is your name?"

I hiss at him, even if I wanted to tell him, I couldn't.

He doesn't say anything at first, which only serves to freak me out more than I already was. His daunting aura floods the room, letting me know that I had little choice other than to comply.